Kapitel 2: The Proposal
February 4, 2008
Gorden, Dole, and Smit Law Office - 10:30 pm
Charlene pushed the file cabinet drawer closed with her hip before moving to the next cabinet, found the drawer she needed and pulled it open. Filing the legal documents, she moved on again until the job was done. On her way back to her desk, she smiled, taking pride in her work. The pride of one that does her work well, of one that no matter the job she performed, it was always to the very best of her ability.
Straightening paperwork on her desk she sorted her next tasks out, items to notarize, then letters and notices to mail, and then more filing. The bell on the door jingled and she looked up to see the bulk mail delivery man, Stanley Whitaker, coming towards her.
"Delivery for the lovely Miss Charlene," Stanley said quietly.
Signing for the package she took it with a smile and took a deep breath that had her breast nearly popping out of her low cut V-neck blouse, before she purred graciously, "Thank you Stanley."
Her smile never faltered as she patiently waited until Stanley's eyes finally made it up to hers from ogling her cleavage. Seeing he was caught, he smiled bashfully and left with a quick, "Good day to you Miss Galdren!"
Her smile turned mischievous as she watched him leave. This was her quiet little game with him. Stanley would come in and flirt and praise her beauty, and she would give him a little tease to make his day. He never went any further and so she never had to either, and it was fun since he was so easily flustered!
When the door closed behind Stanley, she looked at the name on the package; Donald Smit. Getting up, she sighed, it was time to do battle once more as she sashayed to his office.
Gorden, Dole, and Smit was a small law office mostly dealing in bankruptcy, end of life planning, debt collection, and a few small claims cases, however they were extremely profitable. She was the receptionist, secretary, paralegal, and notary-public. The firm had five other paralegals as well, but she was senior to them all and quite often vastly more productive, doing their jobs and hers.
Knocking on Donald's door, she waited. He was on the phone, but upon seeing her he waved her permission to come in. She pushed the door open with her hip, and it swung easily and without a sound as she quickly walked through and across his office. She took long purposeful strides now that accentuated her hips swaying sensually, and bounced her breasts within her black lace bra until her cleavage was bulging out far enough to give the impression that they might pop out as she walked!
This was her arena. Her warfare. Performing her job with excellence, and beauty. Walking up to his desk, her breasts bouncing and jiggling as he watched her, she bent over to set his parcel on his desk as her dark taupe-brown breast bulged out of her bra as if nearly at the point of falling out of her sheer cream blouse. She was smiling sensually, from the time she entered his office to sitting the package on his desk, and with the same unshakable smile, the show now over, she turned to leave.
He watched her appreciatively from the time she entered his office and walked seductively across the room to him. He blatantly looked down her blouse ogling her cleavage as she smiled pleasantly at him until his eyes rose back up to meet her gaze, and then after they had both enjoyed the performance, she turned to leave while he watched her ass bounce and jiggle in wonderfully mesmerizing way that had him almost forgetting what he was doing!
She smiled secretively to herself. Another successful battle of the sexes. Teasing. Flirting. Always leaving the men in her domain feeling nourished but never sated. She wanted them happy that she was there tending to their needs, and always eager to be in her presence again. This was her battlefield, and she was a consummate professional, exceeding at every task she was assigned, making herself irreplaceable. She had too, this office was full of women younger than her serving three male lawyers. Women that were willing to do anything…anything…to insure their place and growth at the firm. She on the other hand was a married woman, nearly twice the age of most of these girls, and she had a nearly fully grown child. The least she could do was give Donald, Randal, and Leon a little show of her aesthetic value by dressing a little professionally sexy.
"Wait a second Charlene," He called, his hand on the phone so the person on the other end couldn't hear.
Turning around with a sensual smile, she walked back to him as sexily as she could and stood there as beautiful as a Grecian statue. She was beginning to feel nervous when the call took another ten minutes as he admired her figure before finally hanging up and taking a breath. Standing up, he walked around his desk and slipped a hand around her waist as he directed her towards the couch. As he guided her, he let his hand slip down to her ass and squeezed before motioning for her to sit on the couch while he closed and locked the door.
Beginning to feel nervous that she had taken her flirting too far when he came back, she let out a soft sigh of relief when he sat in a chair directly opposite of her where he had a clear view up her mid-thigh length skirt and straight at her black lace G-string panties should she uncross and spread her legs, "I have reviewed your request for a raise Charlene. By way of review, it's been ten years since you started working for Gorden, Dole, and Smit?"
"Yes sir." She confirmed.
"So, why now? If I may ask," He asked with a frustrated frown when she didn't uncross her legs and show her panties to him.
"Sir?" She asked, as he stood up and came around the coffee table to sit on the couch right beside her.
"Why now?" He asked again as he twisted to look her straight in the breasts, "You have been here for ten years. You have gotten pay increases every year. You're seemingly happy with what you make, but the pay raise you are asking for now is pretty substantial. So, why now?"
"Well sir, times change and quite honestly I am worth that much to you. You have five other paralegals and I do as much work as any three of them." She answered, her demeanor cool and professional.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked, a contemplative look on his face as he finally raised his eyes to hers.
"Yes sir, I am," She said firmly as she leaned forward to get up, "I have tracked all of the Associates performance including myself, as well as the Partners, I can produce them if you wish."
Slyly placing his hand on her knee to reassure her that she didn't need to move, she ignored the obviously too familiar touch and with a calculated smirk uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs apart, inviting him to slip his hands deeper between her thighs if it would get her the raise she wanted!
Patting her thigh instead, he purred, "There is no need. I've seen your charts and compared them against mine. Your job performance, service skills, and aesthetic quality are all exceptional. In my opinion, you are very much worth the raise you have proposed and more. So, I have a counter offer for you."
She looked down at his hand softly rubbing her soft taupe-brown inner thigh, and decided it was a good time to be quiet and hear the counter offer.
"Okay," She purred seductively, "What's your proposal?"
Grinning predatorially, he leaned in toward her as she held her breath expecting a kiss, "Ahhhhh," she gasped and jumped!
Reaching over her with the hand that had been on her thigh to retrieve a hidden briefcase at the side of the couch, Donald slid his other hand up her dress. Gasping, she grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up to her hips and leaned back. Tilting her pussy, she spread her thighs open just as he pushed her G-string aside and delved his fingers inside her!
"Ha...," She exhaled explosively as Donald pushed two fingers all the way inside her nonchalantly as she looked away pretending she couldn't feel his fat fingers deep inside her hot wet honey pot scraping out her nectar!
It took several seconds for him to drag the briefcase out and pull his hand out of her, leaving her breathless and wanting more before he placed the attaché case on the coffee table. Sitting back, he calmly licked her honey glazing off his fingers.
Panting hard, she watched him enjoy her juices as she closed her mouth and tried to compose herself. He smiled at her and put his hand on her thigh again and slid it down until hand was resting on her wet pussy. Unconsciously she rocked her hips so he could push inside her again if he wanted to. With a wink, he pulled his hand away and opened the briefcase, retrieved a very thick file, and closed it again. He set the folder on top of the case and let his hands hover over it while his fingers tapped it almost...nervously.
She knew every file in the office, and she had never seen this one. Marveling at what could be in the file that made him so nervous, she licked her lips in anticipation, after all, he had just finger fucked her pussy. He just sexually assaulted an employee if she were the type to pursue that, but instead he was nervous about the file?!
Licking his lips, he opened the folder and started the proposal, "First, before we start, you must sign this non-disclosure agreement."
Pulling out the top form, he handed it to her as she gave him a confused, questioning look, "Sign here saying that you will never speak of this offer to anyone, whether you accept it or not. Breaking the non-disclosure will result in immediate dismissal and a possible civil suit at our discretion."
Looking into his eyes, she couldn't fathom a reason for a non-disclosure on a counter offer, and yet, she was so curious at what it could be she signed it and handed it back without a second thought.
"Good," He purred as he pulled out the rest of the contract, "We will not only meet the wage increase that you have asked for but we will also increase it another twenty-five percent thereby making you one of the highest earning Executive Assistant in town. In addition, we will fund a full scholarship to Washington State University to get your law degree pending your passing the LSATs. Paralleling your schooling, you will also work for us for the three years the degree takes to get and an additional seven years before you can consider leaving to compete in anyway."
Panting heavily, she started hyperventilating. She felt hot. Sweaty. Aroused. Nauseous. She couldn't breathe. Trying to compose herself, Charlene started to smooth out nonexistent wrinkles on her dress, and remembered it was up around her waist, her black lace G-string were pulled aside, and her pussy was completely exposed. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, realizing panicking was silly, a little smile turned up the corners of her rosebud mouth and she was about to say that she accepted when Donald stopped her...
"Wait, there's more," He interrupted, his tone and demeanor serious, "All of this is contingent on you being willing to completely dedicate yourself to the Partners every need...for the greater good of the firm."
"I…don't understand," She whispered in confusion, "I've already shown my dedication to this firm, and my willingness to go above and beyond to serve your every need." She finished with a glance down at her exposed thighs and pussy.
Donald's smile turned perverted as he ogled her breasts and growled, "This new professional commitment requires you to make yourself available to the Partners every sexual need any time we want, anywhere we want, for the next ten years you're under contract."
She must have looked as stunned as she felt, because he cleared his throat before continuing, "Think about it, this is a large pay raise, and a nearly hundred thousand dollar education we are offering you. How many times would you sleep with me for a hundred grand, two hundred, three? Because, with that degree you will make much more than that. So, for a quarter of a million dollars plus future earnings potential, would you be willing to do anything we want at any time no questions asked?"
Charlene felt a fire in her cheeks and ice in her stomach. The thought intrigued her, and revolted her. Her first inclination was to slap Donald across the face, throw the contract across his office and run, but her pussy was already hot and wet for the taboo and the money was sorely needed. The question was, what was her price to become an executive prostitute? And, what was the price of her fidelity?
With all the control she could muster, she stood up, pulled her skirt over her ass and down her thighs before asking, "Can I think about the offer?"
"Yes, of course, I will be here when you accept it," He answered with an arrogant smirk on his arrogant face.
Damn him!
He knew he had a tempting offer. He knew she was driven. He also knew she was more than willing to use her physical assets as part of her tradecraft to enhance her value.
Sex. It was only a physical thing, right?
Primal. Animalistic. A man's carnal need to give his seed to as many young fertile females as possible, and a female's need to be bred by as many of the dominant males of the species as she can so as to produce the best, strongest offspring she can. It was Jason that was the conundrum, am I loyal... will I be… faithful?
I have been for twenty-four years. Isn't that long enough? So, will I sell myself to them?
Donald continued his voice very grim, "Remember, this offer expires if you mention this to anyone, even your husband, and per the non-disclosure you will be fired."
She nodded that she understood as he stood up and walked her to the door, again with his hand on her ass, and opened it for her. Walking to her desk she saw that she had a message on her phone and picked it up. Keying around until she brought up her text messages she read, "Jim is bankrupt and closing shop, I just lost my job today. Cheers! -Love Jason"
Sighing, she set her phone down on the desk and looked at it for several minutes. Their mortgage, utilities, almost everything was paid for with Jason's income. Hers was the play and the extras money. Jim's construction company wasn't the first to go bankrupt and wouldn't be the last. Jason wasn't going to be getting a new job anytime soon. So the question was, how much would they lose before he did?
The cars?
The house?
Everything?
Her mind made up, she walked back into Donald's office, closed the door and announced, "I accept the firm's counter offer with the following amendments. You said, "one hundred, two hundred, three hundred thousand this would bring me." If I am going to sell myself to you as a prostitute; first, on top of the raise and the hundred thousand dollar scholarship I want another hundred thousand up front since I am at the greatest risk of contracting a venereal disease from you three or pregnancy. Second, I also want a pregnancy clause stating that I may opt out of the contract and keep all money paid to that date. Third, my new wages now only reflect my excellence as an Executive Assistant, not my new role as an Executive Prostitute, as such I want an annual salary of a hundred thousand dollars."
Donald sat back in his chair, his eyebrows crawling upward as he stared at her.
She steeled herself to wait for his answer without backing down, 'I will get this, or what? I need this now! I will do it without the extra money or pregnancy clause and accept whatever they are willing to pay me, but then, isn't this their counter offer. They initiated this, not me. No! I must stand my ground. Because now…they know…I'm for sale! I must make what they want…my body…worth it for me to sell!'
Seconds dragged out like minutes with her standing there naked in front of him, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, thrusting her hips out sexily as she tapped her fingers on her crossed arms. He stared at her cleavage bulging out of her bra and followed her hips every time she shifted her weight. She was about to cave in when an idea struck her and she quickly pulled her blouse off, unhooked and shrugged off her bra, and unclipped and pushed her skirt and G-string over her hips and down her thighs until they fell to the floor. She smiled cattily and turned in a slow circle as she purred, "This is what you want, isn't it? Well, you can have it just as soon as I get what I want!"
He drank in the view of her naked body, and swallowed audibly before pulling out more paperwork and added it to the file on top of the briefcase, "You drive a hard bargain Mrs. Galdren, but you have it. Well, at least the money you want, that is. Tomorrow set up an account in your name only at this bank."
Pulling a sheet of paper out, he pushed it across the desk to her as he continued, "The firm is going to create a trust funded with one million, one hundred thousand dollars. It will pay out over the next ten years, as direct deposit, to your account for the life of the contract. In good faith, three-elevenths will be deposited immediately as a retainer, for tuition, and as insurance. The retainer is your first year's salary in advance, while the insurance is your last year's salary, and will also be your severance package should you become pregnant."
"Wait! What," She guffawed, her breasts bouncing expressively as she uncrossed her arms and shifted her weight again as she put her hands on her hips, "But, what if I do become pregnant? You want to fuck me, right? You're paying to fuck me! You're not paying me to be your fucking breeding stock!"
"Do you really think we would pay you over a million dollars just to fuck you," He asked, "If we simply wanted to fuck, we have five other female associates that are younger than you, and more willing. But, I didn't approach them with this offer because we want something special, and we want it from you!"
"What is it you want from me," She asked breathily, knowing she would do it no matter what it was.
"We want a game," He answered with a sudden smile, "Think of it as a hunt. Like a fox and the hounds, and you my dear are the fox! However, instead of chasing you down and eating you, we will be looking for fun and interesting ways to fuck you. We will be looking to see what you will do and how you will keep this new life from your husband. Finally, our ultimate goal is to impregnate you..."
Her mouth dropped and hung open in shock.
Smiling triumphantly, Donald pushed his seat back and walked around his desk so that he was standing in front of her as he continued, "So, to incentivize you to not let us get you pregnant there are severe consequences built into the contract..."
"And those are," She asked in a panicked whisper.
Poking a finger into her chest, he answered, "One, we consider pregnancy to be your responsibility, not ours. If you don't want to get pregnant, then use the diaphragm your doctor fitted you with. However, you are prohibited from using chemical contraceptives, getting your tubes tied, or a hysterectomy."
"But," She gasped, "My diaphragm has been expired for years!"
Placing his whole palm on her sternum before moving to cup the undercurve of her left breast, she inhaled shakily as a chill ran through her as he ran his thumb across her nipple. With a half laugh, he placed his left hand on her lower belly just above her pubic mound and whispered, "Exactly! We want a better than point-zero-one percent chance of impregnating you. So, you also can not get a new diaphragm. However, should you become pregnant, you will have thirty working days to come up with a contractual amendment that will satisfy us before you're terminated."
Her breath caught in her throat when he slid his hand from her breast down and around her waist, and pulled her close as his other hand combed through her ebony pubes and smooth hairless pussy-lips before slipping his fingers between her wet labia, "However, if you serve the full ten years of the contract without getting pregnant, you will have earned every penny in the trust fund. However, I will tell you that there is a hidden 'Clause' in your contract. Don't worry you won't find it here in this file or briefcase, but if you manage to activate it, then we will multiply your trust by five."
So, they already foresaw her counter offer and expected it. They were stacking the deck to impregnate her, but if she did she would be penalized. Then there was this mysterious 'Clause' that multiplied the one-million one-hundred thousand she would yearn to five-million five-hundred thousand if she could figure out what it was.
"Yes sir," She whispered with a nod, steeling herself against her own heart that immediately started lashing her with guilt for betraying Jason as soon as she walked back into Donald's office and said she accepted the offer. Looking into his dark brown eyes only inches from hers, feeling his breath on her lips, she thought to herself, 'I sell myself for my family.'
Stepping back, Donald took her hand and led her to sit down on the couch and gave her a pin, "Don't bother putting your clothes back on, but do sign the contract, and then we will go from there..."
Nodding, she fought a sudden feeling of nausea and wanting to throw-up as she started thumbing through the paperwork, looking for the red markers that would show her where to sign…
——(!)——
The office was closed by the time she finished signing her body over to Gorden, Dole and Smit for the next ten years. If she was lucky, they would pass by quickly and Jason would never know what she was doing to make her millions. Standing up and stretching, she walked over to Donald's desk wearing only her black five inch heels, and handed him the folder with the contract in it. Taking it, he pulled out a drawer with a safe in it and placed it inside.
"Now, time to evaluate the merchandise," He growled as he came around the desk while taking off his suit coat, pulling his tie off, nearly tearing his shirt buttons off as he shrugged out of it. Standing in front of her, he looked down at his pants in a silent command. Kneeling in front of him, she unbuttoned his belt and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. As soon as she stood up, he surged forward wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her against his body. His left hand held her against him as he leaned in and kissed her soft pouty mouth. She moaned as she leaned into him and slipped her tongue into his to coil around his tongue while he slid his right hand down her back to her ass.
Lifting a leg, rubbing her thigh against his as he squeezed her ass cheek. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth just as his long thick swollen cock flexed and slapped her pussy-lips. Pulling away from their kissing, she leaned back and slid her hand between her own ass cheeks when his dick surged up to slap her pussy again. Catching him by his head she smiled and purred lustily as she guided him into her!
Thrusting forward, slamming his dick deep inside, she relished the feeling of his veiny cock sliding against her undulating walls and stretching her out around his girth as he pounded his head against her cervix. He pumped fast and hard and very quickly she felt his warmth blasting deep inside her. Rolling her head back, she looked at the ceiling as tears trickled down her cheeks. He kissed her throat as his whole body stiffened up and he pushed his head against her womb and did his best to blast all his cum inside her womb. As soon as he was finished, he withdrew from her as his sperm followed him out to leak down her inner thighs.
Letting her leg drop, her ass and breasts jiggled as Donald pulled her in and kissed her as his dick smeared cum and lubrication across her belly. She started panting lustily, her hands roamed his back, and grabbed his ass cheeks so that his dick slid down her abdomen to thump against her pubic mound lubricating her black pubes with his sperm. Pushing her away, he spun her around to face his desk as her ass and breasts bounced and jiggled. Knowing what he wanted, she spread her legs and laid over his desk with her ass high in the air. Grabbing her ass, he ran his thumb in a circle around her anus as he asked, "Do you like anal?"
"Mmm," She hummed lasciviously, before purring, "I love getting ass fucked!"
"Good," He growled mischievously as he reared back and spanked her ass. Pulling her fat round cheeks apart, he slid his dick back inside her, "From now on, for the next ten years, this is where your husband gets to fuck you!"
Whipping her long black hair as she looked back over her shoulder, her eyes were half closed while her brows were furrowed, and her mouth opened as she panted as Donald slammed his huge mushroom head inside to scrape along her vagina exultantly as her orgasm started peaking as she gasped, "What? Why?"
He plowed deeper, pounding his way to the very core her being as he growled, "Because! We…I…want to get you pregnant, and not…your husband."
Looking forward across Donald's desk, she saw a gardener watching her getting fucked just before her eyes rolling up into her head. Her vagina clamped down on Donald's dick and her orgasm rang throughout her body like a church bell tolling the hour!
"Ha! Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssss! Fuuuuccccckkkkkk! Fuck me! Harder! Haarrrdddderrrrrrr," She screamed at the peak of her climax, and he responded by slamming his dick inside her so hard that the pictures fell over as she rocked her hips and bashed her ass into him until she felt his second cum blasting deep inside her. When he finally stopped fucking her, they were both wheezing for breath as he just stood there and let his dick throb inside her as he finished slowly pumping her full of his cum. Her whole body quaked and gave little spasms as her climax slowly dissipated leaving her weak but extremely satisfied. Turning to look over her shoulder at Donald, she purred, "Yes sir, Jason will only be coming in my ass from now on!"
"Good girl," He whispered in her ear before pulling a sheet of paper across the desk to put it right under her nose, "Obviously your contract starts immediately, this evening go here."
Pointed to the first address on the paper, she nodded as he continued, "The owner of the shop is Kevin Stacey. He will take your measurements and pick out for you evening gowns, cocktail dresses, club dresses, lingerie, underwear, bathing suits, and shoes to accompany everything. You have no choice in the outfits. They are what we expect you to wear for us."
Pointing at the next address, he continued, "Once you are done you will go to our private penthouse. This is where you and the dresses will reside during the work week for the next ten years. This way we will minimize any sexual contact between you and your husband, and you will always be at our disposal. Tonight, Randal will meet you to continue the evaluation."
"Yes sir," She whispered.
Finished, Donald stood up straight and began thrusting inside her again, and he didn't stop until he came inside her a third time before pulling out. Carefully pressing his dick into her vaginal mouth as he withdrew, he made sure to scrape all his cum off inside her. Pulling his pants up, he walked into his private bathroom to finish cleaning up. Charlene slowly stood upright and found her clothes. After getting dressed, she picked up the papers she needed and headed back to the receptionist desk. Sitting down briefly, she immediately felt Donald's cum start leaking out to soak her G-string before soaking into her dress. Quickly, she straightened her desk and then typed a message to Jason, "Got that raise I was gunning for! But now I have a little more to do now too! So, it's going to be a late night tonight. I'll fill you in later on the details. Have Heather make dinner, and don't wait up for me!!! Luv you!!! -Char"
Then gathering up her purse, she left for Kevin Stacey's shop...
——(!)——
The Galdren Home - 3:30 pm
Heather walked through the door of her home and was surprised to see Jason sitting on the couch watching TV. Confused, the first thing she thought was; he must be ill and took the rest of the day off. However, something in the atmosphere just didn't feel right. Curious, she set her backpack down and walked into the living room behind her father and began massaging his shoulders as she purred, "Hey Daddy? What...are...you doing...home so early?"
She was shocked! The living room was littered with bottles of beer and whiskey, and she was stunned by the sheer amount of alcohol in the house. She had no idea that her parents had kept so much. How much had he drunk? Her father very rarely ever drank, so this was wildly out of character!
"Oh, nushing for you to worry about. How wush your day?" Jason mumbled drunkenly.
"Tedious, this last year is dragging out so long," She replied, leaving his shoulders to take off her jacket and sweatshirt, kicked off her shoes, and shuck her jeans leaving her in a small white tank top that was stretched to near transparency over her monstrous breasts and tiny green silk thongs. Now that she was comfortable, she walked around the couch and flounced down beside her daddy just so he could put his arms around her. It was comforting. It was warm. She knew, no matter how ugly she was, he would always love her.
"Oh shit! You're nahked!" Jason hollered.
She giggled as she shook her head, "No I'm not, daddy! This is naked," She laughed at his expression when she curled her fingers under her tank top and lifted it straight off before tossing it across the living room as her breasts bounced and jiggled in his face.
"Ho' fuck! When da ya grew up? It feelsh lick unly weesh ah'go ya wur washing 'Dora and Diego'! Nah, ya ah grewn womahn wit h-hugsh breasts," He rambled while ogling his own daughter's breasts perversely, "I wanna…"
She was grinning mischievously at her daddy's discomfort, but even drunk, his words warmed her heart and made her feel sexy and attractive. So much so that she just had to snuggle up closer nevermind how her naked breasts pressed against him. Grabbing his hand and pulling his arm around her shoulders so that before he realized what was happening, his arm was draped over her and she was pressing his hand into her breast. The same breast Michael had grabbed so ruthlessly earlier that day!
Turning to watch the television, acting as if she didn't know her soft brown flesh was squeezing out from between her father's fingers like marshmallow, she asked, "So, what are you watching?"
He mumbled while staring at her breasts, "Um tha Dishcovery Shannel, shum show about aminals. Shumshing about lionsh fucken his lionesh'shesh, but I was shinking more shan watching anyway. Wanna to shange the shannel?"
"Nah," She purred as she snuggled up closer since it was something she rarely got to do with her daddy anymore, "I'm actually very interested in breeding…"
There was a deafening silence that followed, but she was sure that the meaning of what she said wasn't lost on Jason. Grinning sensually, she pretended not to notice when his hand slid down to her waist then grabbed a handful of her ass while he reached over with his other hand and obviously grabbed her breast and started playing with her nipple. She watched the rest of the show as he played with her breasts, but once it was over he slipped into a stupor.
Gently pulling away, she held him as she laid back on the couch and slipped a leg behind Jason so that he was between her thighs. Once she was settled on the couch she pulled him down to lay on her and rest his head in the cleavage of her pillowy breasts as he slipped into unconsciousness…
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